12 Grimmauld Place, bedroom
*wakes, disoriented and irritable* Why is it so bloody hot in here? *pushes blankets aside impatiently and swings feet over side of bed, swiping at the hair hanging in his face*
*leans forward, elbows on knees, hands clutching aching head* I am getting sick. I was feeling better but whatever this is has come back full-force. *stands, swaying, wrenches door open and hears faint noises from the kitchen* Has Bill finally come out of his room? I haven't seen or even heard him since he started working on that damn potion. *grimaces as his stomach gives a strange flip*
I should have said something. *clutches doorframe for support and rubs sweaty forehead* No, maybe it's for the best. When he was explaining the counter-spell, he was all facts. Never said anything to suggest that he's interested in this, in me.
Just forget it.
*starts down the stairs slowly* Maybe some food will help. *makes it halfway to the kitchen before the smell of toast makes him stop suddenly* Oh... no, no, no. Bad idea.
*turns, fighting a fresh wave of dizziness, head still pounding*
*leans forward, elbows on knees, hands clutching aching head* I am getting sick. I was feeling better but whatever this is has come back full-force. *stands, swaying, wrenches door open and hears faint noises from the kitchen* Has Bill finally come out of his room? I haven't seen or even heard him since he started working on that damn potion. *grimaces as his stomach gives a strange flip*
I should have said something. *clutches doorframe for support and rubs sweaty forehead* No, maybe it's for the best. When he was explaining the counter-spell, he was all facts. Never said anything to suggest that he's interested in this, in me.
Just forget it.
*starts down the stairs slowly* Maybe some food will help. *makes it halfway to the kitchen before the smell of toast makes him stop suddenly* Oh... no, no, no. Bad idea.
*turns, fighting a fresh wave of dizziness, head still pounding*